Earlier in May, I’d walked over to my parked car only to find that one of my front tires had gone flat.

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Oh good! Just another typical ‘fun’ day!

I thought of calling my insurance company to come to my rescue, as I have ‘Roadside Assistance,’ but I decided against it. I wanted to have the pleasure of changing my own tire, all by myself (Go, girl power!) So I got down and got my hands dirty, literally.

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Greasy Monkey

Using muscle memory and a little bit of help from a short tutorial video on YouTube, I was set. It only took a little over an hour and a lot of tugging and pulling, but I did it. I was supposed to have dinner with a friend, but that had to be canceled as a result of the hiccup I experienced. I was getting antsy about this but decided to change my outlook instead.

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Now, I know I am no mechanic, and as a result wasn’t too sure of my workmanship, so I decided to have the car examined. My husband, who had returned home then took the car to the shop. What we heard was almost toppling! The bolts of the front tires were almost loose, one of the tires was held in place by just one single bolt. Catastrophic events were prevented by a belligerent bolt; the one that refused to budge.

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Now, why am I telling you this? Sometimes in life, we have bumps in our lives; circumstances that intrude the otherwise tailored, perfectly manicured sequence we’ve envisioned for our lives. These intrusions are uncomfortable and often almost unwelcome. But do we ever stop for once to consider that maybe EVERYTHING really does work together for our good?! If we are so quick to graciously accept God’s blessing and his workings in our life, can’t we just be trusting enough to know that when bad things happen, they don’t come from him, but he allows them for a purpose, for his glory?!

Seven years ago, I left an office in UNILAG dejected and worn; I’d felt that the world was crumbling at my feet. As a result of a clerical error (that was made one day too late), I was going to have to do my paramilitary service much later in the year instead of starting out with my classmates. To say that I was livid and despondent was going to be an understatement. Someone’s incompetence had thrown a wrench in the best laid out plans I had for my life. I remember my then-boyfriend and mom trying so hard to comfort me, but I refused to be pacified. I eventually caved in and accepted my lot. That hiatus between the two different time points of NYSC orientation camp became very pivotal.

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Youth obey the Clarion call

During then, I was able to study well for my GRE and was able to contact potential schools for my graduate education. Doing all these beforehand ensured that my application process went through smoothly. I didn’t know that then, but I do now — that nothing’s really coincidental.

We live in a world where everything orchestrated by a higher, omniscient being.

…But for the nail that punctured my tire, I wouldn’t have found out that I had loose bolts on my tire that could have resulted in an accident (potentially causes a lot of injuries to others and myself).

…But for a laid-back clerical worker who filed my paperwork one day late, I wouldn’t have gotten to my program at the exact time that I needed to be there.

So, the next time you find yourself in a snafu, try not to get wrestled by it. Take a deep breath and trust that while it may not make sense now or it’s inconvenient, it’s gotta count for something.

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I'm ME: replete with the mien of a bard, scholar, Argonaut, Jesus-lover, funfinder, bibliophile, Koreanophile, partner, and wanderer! Podcaster:www.mosibyl.com

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